MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance
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Crystal nodded. “What I said was true. I believe that sex outside of marriage is wrong, and I meant it when I said that I’d only consider a guy who would wait for marriage for sex. But look, I’m a woman and I have needs. If I can’t have sex with my boyfriend, my fiancé, then I need to look for sex elsewhere.”
“How long have you been cheating?” I asked.
“I don’t want to answer that.”
“I want to know the truth.”
Crystal took a deep breath and said, “The entire two years we’ve been dating. I’ve had a steady lover almost the entire time. And I still have sex with Andrew sometimes when he stops by for visitation,” she said, referring to her first baby daddy. “Plus I had random hookups every now and then when I’m on the road promoting abstinence. I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you. But a girl gets lonely.”
“Oh my God, Crystal,” I said, stunned at her promiscuous behavior. “It sounds like you have sex with more guys in a year than most women do in a lifetime!”
She nodded. “I like variety.”
“So you don’t know who the father is?”
“I do,” she said. “Over the last three months, I’ve only had sex with Demitrius. He’s a sexy black guy who works nearby the Fox News studio. I went out to lunch and he hit on me pretty hard. I told him that I’m engaged and flashed my ring, but he said don’t worry about it, that he prefers having sex with married and engaged women. He’s so handsome and sexy, I just couldn’t resist him.”
After I paid for dinner, we walked around the downtown. She told me how it had all played out. Demitrius, it seems, likes to have sex with women and get them into “dangerous situations.” He’s impregnated half a dozen white wives and all but one gave birth to his babies. And of those five, only one of them left his wife for having a black baby. Happily, that woman is now remarried and has a nice husband who raises Demitrius’s baby as his own.
“I know it’s a sin,” Crystal said as we walked down the sidewalk near the river, her baby bump starting to show. “But some guys are just so sexy, so addictive that I really can’t say no. They don’t like to use condoms and they’re used to getting their way. And I don’t want to use the birth control pill because that would mean that I’ve planned to have sex, which is worng. So I try my best to be faithful to my Christian calling, to wait for marriage, but I’m constantly falling short. I just can’t resist a bad boy.”
“What’s so attractive about these guys?” I asked.
“There nothing like you,” she replied. “I love and respect you. But guys like Demitrius, they mean nothing to me. It’s purely about sex with them. They just use my body like a ragdoll. I hate to admit it but it’s actually kind of erotic. They just focus on their own pleasure. But these guys are so sexy and so well-hung that they don’t need to do anything other than just thrust into you. I can’t resist them. No woman can resist them, single or married. But I can’t even have a conversation with them. They’re selfish and narcissistic, and they lie like a rug. They have my loins by you have my heart.” She stopped walking and looked into my eyes. “Can you forgive me?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “Everybody is going to know that I’m not the father of your black baby. It would be humiliating for me.”
“What about me?” she asked. “You think it’ll be easy for me?”
She had a point. “I don’t know, Crystal. I really need to think about it. At one level, I think it’s kind of hot to imagine you having sex with all these guys, especially the black guy.”
“Really?” She seemed shocked. “You’re into that?”
“I’d love to see you with another guy,” I confessed. “It would be hot.”
“Well,” she said, shuffling her feet, “Demitrius made a film of us having sex. We promised we wouldn’t show it to anybody else--”
“Can I see it?” I asked. I could just picture my little Christian girl Crystal with her lips around a big, thick black cock. I imagined her cute, freckled white cheeks sucking in, his big black hands caressing her face as she looked deeply into his eyes. Her head thrown back, moaning in orgasm as he filled her completely with his huge black sausage.
Crystal turned and looked me in the eyes. “Do you promise you won’t tell anybody else?...”
CRYSTAL IMPALIN’ ON
HER BLACK LOVER 2
By Polly Andrea Busch
Copyright 2015 by Polly Andrea Busch. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or any method including (without limitation) electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. This work is a work of fiction. All characters in the work are fictitious and any similarity to any other person, living or dead, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. All characters in this publication are twenty-one years of age or older. All rights reserved.
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I was walking downtown with my fiancée, Crystal Lass, the daughter of conservative politician Tammy Lass. We were talking about her pregnancy and she’d told me that a black guy named Demitrius was the father. She’d offered to allow me to watch the video she’d made with her black lover, Demitrius, if I kept it secret.
“I promise I won’t tell anybody,” I said.
When we got back to her house in Whorzilla, Alabama, she opened up an unmarked DVD case, pulled out the disc and popped it into her Blu-Ray player. We sat down on the couch together as the movie came on. It was filmed at her mother’s house, the one that I’d seen on the reality TV show about Alabama. It showed Crystal setting up the camera in the corner and speaking with a guy who was off camera. It was obvious from his voice that the guy was black.
“There we go, Demitrius,” Crystal said, staring into the camera. She was wearing a red-and-black lacy bra with matching panties. Her c-section scar from her first baby when she was a teenager was visible just above her panties. “Let’s do a little Alabama sex tape.”
“Of course,” Demitrius said, walking on screen. He had dark black skin and a muscular physique. “It’s the Christian thing to do.”
Crystal giggled as he stepped up to her. She daintily put her little hands on his shoulders and looked into his eyes. Her face looked so innocent with those freckles and pouty lips. “You know, I shouldn’t be doing this. I said I wouldn’t have sex again until I’m married.”
“No sex with those white boys,” he said, running his hands over her taut little ass. “Your fiancé can wait his turn. Until you’re married, you’re my little pussy to pound.”
The two of them kissed passionately, then Demitrius stopped to remove her bra. As he did, she looked into the camera. He slipped off her panties and now she completely naked.
“All right, bitch,” he said, pulling down his jeans and dropping his shorts, unleashing his thick black cock. “Give me a presidential Christian blowjob.”
Looking straight into the camera, Crystal began sucking his cock like a pro. It was obvious that she’d done this before. Her head was bobbing up and down on the floor of her bedroom. In the distance, you could hear footsteps.
“Oh my goodness gracious!” It was Senator Lass’s voice. Demitrius whipped around, his cock popping out of Crystal’s mouth. Her face registered fear, her eyes wide open.
“Hello, senator,” Demitrius said in a sexy voice. There was a moment of silence, then he said, “you like that?”
“Is that real? I had no idea that a penis could be so huge!”
“It’s called a black cock, ma’am.”
“I guess so!” Senator Lass sounded in awe. “I should start palling around with you black people!”
“Would you like to suck it?” Demitrius asked.
“You betcha!”
Unfortunately, all I could see was Demitrius’s ass, his hands behind his back as he was rocking. I could hear the slurps as t
he former senator gave her daughter’s black stud a presidential blowjob. I could see Crystal watching her mother.
“Crystal, will you hold my hair?”
“Sure mom,” she said, stepping off camera.
“I hate getting hair in my mouth when giving a hummer!”
Crystal, sitting next to me on the couch, held out the remote and fast forwarded it. “Let’s skip to the good stuff.” On the screen now was Demitrius laying down on the bed. Crystal was riding on his cock, cowgirl style, while her mother was kneeling over his face enjoying some cunnilingus.
“Oh God,” Tammy said. She was holding his face with her hands, her stomach contracting as she climaxed. “I’m having an orgasm of Biblical proportions!”
Moments later, Demitrius was humping his hips up quickly then he went still, blasting off deep inside of Crystal.
“Oh shit,” Crystal said, lifting her pussy up off of his thick black cock. Strings of semen and pussy juice connected their groins. “You didn’t tell me you were going to cum!”
“Mhmhmhmfff!” His mouth was covered by Senator Lass’s sopping vagina.
“Sorry, honey,” Tammy said sheepishly.
“Mom!” Crystal said. “I’ve already had one out of wedlock baby. I can’t afford to have another one, especially if it’s black! What will Josh say?”
“I don’t know,” Tammy said, standing next to the bed. “You know what they say: ‘mama’s baby and daddy’s maybe.’ You never know who the real father is. I don’t know who your biological father is but it sure as heck ain’t your dad!”
“Mother!” Crystal said, starting to cry on the video.
I saw Crystal’s hand aim the remote at the TV set and turn it off. She turned to me and put a hand on my thigh. “That’s it, honey. That’s how I got pregnant. Do you think it’s hot?”
I paused for a moment, then said, “Yeah, it’s hot. But I don’t know if we should go forward with the wedding. This is just… it’s a lot for me to process.”
Crystal started crying. “Okay, Josh, I understand. I knew that you might say that. I just want you to know, though, that even though I loved every minute with Demitrius and his black horse cock, I was really looking forward to your smaller penis. I think we’d have a lot of fun. It’s totally the right size for anal sex.”
That was all I could take. “Good bye, Crystal.” I got up and walked out of her house for good.
MY HUSBAND’S WORST ENEMY
By Polly Andrea Busch
Copyright 2015 by Polly Andrea Busch. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or any method including (without limitation) electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. This work is a work of fiction. All characters in the work are fictitious and any similarity to any other person, living or dead, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. All characters in this publication are twenty-one years of age or older. All rights reserved.
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“It’s just talking with him,” I said. “I haven’t seen him in years and I thought it would be nice to catch up.”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Mia,” my mother said, sitting in the passenger seat. “I think you should ask your husband before seeing your ex-boyfriend.”
Would Cameron really care if I spoke with Drew? We dated for two years in high school before I went to college nearby, where I met my husband. Drew and Cameron weren’t friends but they went to the same school, while I attended private school a few towns over. It didn’t seem like a big deal but mom seemed very sure about it, so I figured I would call him on my cell phone.
“Hi honey,” I said.
“How are things going out there in Florida?”
“Things are great! There’s something I want to run by you. I heard from Jessica that my old high school boyfriend, Drew, is still living in town. I thought I’d surprised him and stop by and talk with him. Would you be okay with that?”
“That’s fine,” Cameron said. He’s such a good guy.
“I’m thinking I’ll stop by his house. As old friends, just to, you know, maybe have a cup of coffee.”
“You don’t have to tell me,” he said. “I don’t want to micromanage your trip.”
“All right,” I said. “I just wanted to make sure that you’re not concerned about me seeing him or anything.”
“How about this? As long as you’re at least one hundred miles from home, you always have a hall pass.”
I was stunned. I wasn’t thinking about having sex with Drew at all, but I did like the option. “Wow. Okay, yes, thank you. That’s very kind of you.”
“All right? You have fun in Florida. I love you!”
“Love you, too,” I said, ended the call and put the cell phone down.
“What did he say?” my mother asked.
“He’s fine with us having coffee.”
After dropping mom off at her condo, I drove over to Drew’s house. It was a tiny little place, no bigger than a trailer. When I knocked on the door, I heard dogs yapping. When he came to the door, he seemed surprised to see me. “Mia! Hey… wow, you look great! I wasn’t expecting to see you!”
I wish I could say the same for Drew. He had put on something like fifty pounds, and although we were both in our mid-twenties, he looked like he’d aged ten years. He had three Yorkshire terriers, and the house was cluttered and smelled like dog urine. Suffice it to say that my sexual attraction was at zero. But he was still the sweetheart that he’d always been. He poured us some lemonade and we sat outside on black metal chairs on his patio and talked about my life in Minnesota and his job as a chef at a restaurant in St. Petersburg. I mentioned that I was staying at the TradeWinds resort.
“Yeah, that place is beautiful. I tried to get a job there. Do you remember JeCovan? He works there.”
“I’ve heard that name before.”
“Yeah,” Drew said, smiling. “The guy’s an asshole, a totally cocky jerk. He was one of the school bullies but he got away with it because he was popular. Cameron really hated him. Those two were rivals all through grade school. Cameron was the math nerd with braces. JeCovan was the star player on the basketball team and all the girls wanted him. I think Cameron was a little jealous of him.”
Drew went on and told me more about their past. Apparently there was a famous incident where JeCovan gave Cameron a “swirly” in a toilet filled with shit and urine. Cameron had never mentioned that to me and I could understand why. But the conversation was nice and enlightening. I told him it was great to see him again, gave him a hug and thanked him for the lemonade, and I returned to the hotel.
Although Drew was never the most attractive guy, I was disappointed that I’d lost out on an opportunity to have sex with somebody different. But then I remembered that Cameron hadn’t merely given me permission to sleep with Drew – he had given me a “hall pass.” I decided that I’d spend some time at the hotel bar and maybe take a lucky guy back to my room. I dressed up in an evening gown and walked down to the restaurant and sat at the bar. I ordered a mojito and sipped on it while talking with the bartender, a college student who was working to help pay for school.
In the first twenty minutes, a couple of guys approached me. While I enjoyed the attention but they weren’t anything that I would be interested in. But then somebody approached that made my whole body tingle.
“Nice dress.” A black man in his mid-twenties sat down beside me with a confident grin. “It’s pretty popular. I’ve seen three other girls wearing that tonight.”
“I had no idea. I’m from out of town.”
The guy was rippling with muscles, clearly visible beneath his tight t-shirt. He had tattoos and a stud earring, crocodile-skinned shoes, and a large bulge in front of his True Religion jeans. He ordered himself a whiskey on the
rocks and introduced himself as JeCovan. I instantly realized that this guy was my husband’s old high school enemy.
As we discussed our lives, I found JeCovan to be very witty and charismatic. But his stunning good looks and confidence were incredible turn-ons. JeCovan asked the bartender for another mojito and asked that it be made extra special for this extra-special lady, and gave her a knowing wink. As I sipped my cocktail, I noticed it seemed extra strong but I didn’t complain. Over our scintillating conversation, I realized why my husband couldn’t stand him – he was everything that Cameron would like to be but fell so far short. It was obvious why a man like JeCovan has his choice of women and can get them easily and often, while Cameron needed to offer money and a long-term relationship to be permitted any sexual privileges. Honestly, I’d always thought that men like JeCovan were out of my league. The fact that a man like JeCovan was chatting me up – that he considered me attractive enough to have sex with – was such a compliment that had me soaring. I felt so sexy and my pussy was dripping wet.
JeCovan tried to buy me another drink but I told him that I’d already had too much. I tried to stand and I was wobbly, and I asked him if he’d walk me back to my room. We rode up the elevator and when we got inside my room, JeCovan immediately began to kiss me. I closed my eyes and tasted whiskey as his tongue penetrated my mouth, swirling around my tongue. I pulled his t-shirt off and ran my hands over his muscular black chest, then leaned in and flicked my tongue over his nipples. I wanted to move slowly but JeCovan quickly removed my dress and bra, and I was laying on the bed with the room starting to spin. I felt his fingers tugging at the waistband of my panties, and I lifted my hips to help him slip them down my legs. Normally my husband would start eating my pussy but JeCovan just moved up on top of me. I loved seeing his muscular arms and chest surrounding me, I just felt so feminine as he leaned down and began kissing me. I felt his cock on top of my belly, and I looked down. It was huge, much larger than Drew or Cameron, probably eight inches long and thick as a cucumber. He was rubbing it against my stomach as we kissed. I ran my hands over his back, loving the thick, hard muscles of his body.